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As we drove of to go to what he called 'home' I was thinking very much. About everything that happened to me, about what could have happened without her... I had to stop myself from thinking about that because, it's over now, I found something to hold on to. I had what my mom always told me I deserved, I had a home.

The car stops and all I see is a huge house, not what i expected him to have. We walked to the front entrance and a beautiful brown haired girl opened the door. She smiled at me and I felt more comfortable right away. As i turned around I saw that Josh (i knew that was his name cuz of YouTube) was carrying my bags inside. I told him I could do it myself but he refused. So I went to the living room with the girl. She told me she was his girlfriend and her name was Alyssa
A: So what do you think of the house?
Y/n: it's... big
A: yeah I know, it wasn't that expensive tough
Y/n: well I can't imagine that
A: you're really beautiful
Y/n: well thanks, so are you
A: thank you, so uhm... why where you in the orphan?
I felt tears filling my eyes as she asked that one question every child from a orphan gets at least once a month. It still hurts to think about her, her face and how I walked right into her trap. It hurts to think about him and the way he smiled at my mom my mind reminded me of the sounds of the gunshots and the scream of my mom... Why now? Why this question? I started to cry and ran to the kitchen to calm down
Josh comforted me and gave me some water and i saw how Alyssa sat on the couch while she looked at the ground. She stood up and came to me.
A: Sorry about that
Y/n: it's not your fault
A: yes it is. I never should have asked that
Y/n: it's normal. I'm just not ready to talk about it
A: that's ok, I'm am so sorry
Y/n: stop saying you are sorry!
A: no!
We both started giggling and it felt like we had known each other for years. I saw Josh a meter away from us just smiling, like he knew it was right. I felt the feeling I haven't had for a long time, home.

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